The Caged Ticker


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This thumping ticker,
Warming up my body, good at feels
And pulsations.
Racing my thoughts and wants (im)pure;
Kind, disposing,
Violent, affable, nonplussing.
Beating up its compartment with a want thus high;
Enraged,
Aspirational.
Wild, unruly, hollow creature
Wading dangerously through infatuations,
Electro-scheming situations,
And rogue hurricanes that run many a ship aground,
This indefatigable pump,
With whooshing throbs;
Mine possession,

I cage.

Comments

  1. Unknown23 October 2016 at 20:15

    Hahaha! The feels were real. Though let us recognize the bit on the brain! The brain and the consequent addictions it faces. Those we subscribe through it.

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    1. timmaina@blogspot.com31 October 2016 at 13:30

      "I am devoid of (vain) feels and (brain induced) addictions," sayeth the Monk (ending his day on an ultraconservative note).

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    2. Unknown19 November 2016 at 13:59

      aiiii Timona, but isorait

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    3. timmaina@blogspot.com21 November 2016 at 12:23

      Hahah! What now, Ninar?!

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